Earth Has Etiquette Poem by Naveed Akram

Etiquette shall be my title, father of wishes, mother of will,
It is name, it is banner not bread, its liking is of atomic cages.
Depending on young atmosphere, by endings supreme and bright,
We firstly resent all calls of difficulty, the best belief resides in the heart.

The prose of a nation stands like an insect with chunks of mud,
It innately describes a national remedy of powers lurking in sludge.
It is name, it is a political struggle of harming one's entities,
The call to prayer ensues, with minarets calling their sayings of holiness.

The People of Allah cause the substances to state their purpose, like air
And water, when mixed to produce great wealth, when mixed to conflict
And arise with gold, and silver, and bronze, too many times with fires,
As the earth resounds with delicate health, the heat of the heavens.